The Aliens

In my dream the aliens left a dark, shiny object when they left earth, that almost immediately drew the attention of early, developing men. They touched it, tentatively. It had black and white levers, that, when depressed, produced warm, resonant, and clear, sparkling sounds, and everything in between. 

Within the tribe, a specialist was appointed to engage with it from then on. The first pianos/composer was born.

Many would follow. Like me, eons later. By then. music institutes had formed. Mine stood in Rotterdam, a wonderful city, always in flux, reinventing itself.

Like music.